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TBT: Tones of Home

My love of music, another art of storytelling, revealed…So I’m joining the Throw-Back-Thursdays for a fun look at images, writing, and lyrics….

 

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Image Credit – Bikurgurl 2016

Sunset on the horizon, so beautiful in this part of the country. The sky not quite captured on my WINPhone10, but the majesty is there. Golden rays, orange to pink sky, and the flatness of the land. The expanses of space that fill the mind.

When I was a child, the possibilities were overwhelming. Moving to this country town of a few thousand people, the possibilities for fun and adventure in the wilds of the farmland. Having left my best friend, having already moved again since then, I wasn’t ready for this to be a failure. I was ready to make friends, be free, have fun adventures.

As I grew into a young woman, I started to see these wide expanses as holding me back, not welcoming me in. I started to see the through a different, more restrictive lens, this vast land of farms, miles from cities and diversity, became a stranglehold on me. I felt trapped in a place and time which would not be progressive; which would not be free.

So I left, vowing to never return. To be among people of diversity in thought and action, to see the world, to find my place…acting out didn’t help me find my way, only made me feel more lost. Staying true to myself and ignoring the naysayers, putting my faith in God and not myself, has made all the difference.

Little did I know, my place of home with my family transcends the physical site. As I longed to be reunited with my parents, I began to realize it was their unending love, support, and acceptance I craved. I wanted them to see me as the woman I had become.

Of course, they already had. They’ve watched me grow and change, they’ve ached as they’ve watched my missteps, celebrated with me my victories, and quietly, patiently waited for me to return to my roots.

I thank God for my growing wisdom with age and I thank God for my parents.

@Bikurgurl_watermark

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Tones of Home by Blind Melon

What do you think they would say
If I stood up and I walked away
Nobody here really understands me
And so I’ll wave goodbye I’m fine
And I’m fine
Tones of home
Said you don’t like the way I’m living
Tones of home
Tones of home
And so I wave goodbye
I’m flyin’, and I’m flyin’ home, home, home, home

 

And I always thought this would be
We’ll see the land of milk and honey
Oh but I come to find out
That it’s all hate and money
And there’s a canopy of greed holding me down

Tones of home
Said, you don’t like the way I’m living
Tones of home
Tones of home
And so I wave goodbye
And I’m flyin’, and I’m flyin’, I’m home

See I’m so high to you, but I’ll fade away
I said you’re on your own

Your mom and daddy said
That your sister said
And your brother’s saying
They’re saying everybody
They’re saying everybody
Is sayin’ I, I, I

All my friends patronize me
And they say, “Yo, hey boy
Have you found what you’re looking for?”
It seems they don’t really know me
‘Cause it’s here, and it’s what they can’t see

Tones of home
Said, you don’t like the way I’m living
Tones of home
Tones of home
And so I wave goodbye
And I’m flyin’, and I’m flyin’ home

9 thoughts on “TBT: Tones of Home

  1. How often do we see, so many of us, do this same thing. Move from one place parting with a certain people for the sake of another place and/or a certain achievement. No matter if a place provided us with all that we wished for or may have; No matter if we achieve what we set our for or we don’t; the growing wisdom over that period will eventually converge our roads with a road of the past that we overlooked, neglected and ignored out of contempt due to our prejudices and etc. Glad some of us have people like our parents to look up to. Good job with the article.

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      1. I think, that any moment in our lives, we are thrust by our some strong feeling which leaves us with no choice. So, while we may thing we have a choice, but in reality there is no choice. For instance, I have something very important to do, but I want to sleep and laze around, which, I eventually do. On the outside you may feel I have a choice to work or sleep but at a moment or a micro-moment a choiceless decision was made, that to sleep. I hope you can see what I am trying to say. 🙂

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      2. Editing my latest comment for there were a few errors(you may disapprove the previous one):

        I think, that any moment in our lives, we are thrust by some strong feeling which leaves us with no choice. So, while we may think we have a choice, but in reality there is no choice. For instance, I have something very important to do, but I want to sleep and laze around, which, I eventually do. On the outside I may feel I have a choice to work or sleep but at a moment or a micro-moment a choice-less decision was made, that to sleep. I hope you can see what I am trying to say.:)

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  2. Lovely piece. So happy you found your roots and that love and acceptance only those you love and know best can give, your family and best friends. I liked the lyrics/poem you chose. It complemented your writing well. Your piece makes me think of the song, “The House that Built Me” by Miranda Lambert. I can’t say everything she says matches up with my childhood but a lot of it and the meaning behind it does. Have a great weekend 🙂

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